Kathy Andrews - Wet dream Mom

"Ooooo, that feels so good!" she hissed.

Joey, not knowing what his mother was talking about, asked: "What are you doing, Mom?"

But Peggy couldn't tell him.

As his piss dribbled and finally stopped, she found herself embarrassed by what she had done. Not because of jacking him off or washing her face with his come juice – but because of how good it had felt to have him piss on her cunt, how much she had enjoyed dipping her tongue into his piss, how much she liked that strange taste.

Peggy contemplated the hole in the wall. It had served its purpose, but she wanted to be close to her son, skin to skin, now. It was foolish, she thought, to keep up the pretense of it all. Despite not talking about it before each other, they did talk through the wall every time. Her son certainly was not pretending it was some other woman on the other side. He called her Mom each time.

Peggy wanted to stroke her son, caress his young body with her hands, to fondle him openly, feel of his sweet, young balls and tight ass.

She wanted to be lewd with him, erotic, without the damned wall between them. She wanted him to see her, without peeking through a hole. She didn't want to be careful how she sat in his presence, how she was dressed.

She didn't have to ask Joey what he felt; it was in his eyes. He tried to peek at her all the time, now. She would catch him looking at her when he felt she wouldn't notice. She had seen the eager gleam in his eyes so often, that hungry, anxious expression on his young face. It had been so long since she had slept next to a warm body, and she missed having someone in bed with her all night.

Peggy bathed carefully, then she dried herself and, standing at the sink in her bathroom, applied perfume to her ears, between her tits, the backs of her knees, then with an impish giggle, along her inner thighs. She brushed her hair until it sparkled with highlights. Although her lips didn't need it, she applied, a very faint coat of lip stick. Pleased with her appearance, she glanced at her reflection, seeing her firm tits with those brown nipples ever so stiff.

A pair of lacy, very skimpy, panties was pulled onto her hips. She adjusted the crotch to allow thick cunt hair to stick from the tight band. Behind, most of her ass cheeks were revealed. She pulled on a thin satin blouse, because it clung to her tits, making her nipples practically beg for attention. She then chose a straight skirt, a skirt that hugged and out lined the teasing shape of her swelling ass, falling just to the top of her knees. It wasn't the dress of a woman planning a seduction, but the dress of a woman feeling sensual with exciting possibilities. Men looked at her when dressed this way, and Joey would be no different, she knew.

Without nylons, she slipped into a pair of high heels. Her legs were tanned enough so she could get away with this. Besides, the heels emphasized the length and slenderness of her thighs.

Joey would be home soon, and she waited for him likes virgin schoolgirl. Although she had handled his cock through the hole in the wall, fucked him deliciously, made him come in her face and stared hotly as he pissed, she felt as if this would be the first time for her and Joey. She made herself a cup of instant coffee, and drank it nervously. She kept looking at the clock, and the closer it came to time for her son to arrive, she was pacing. Then it was a few minutes past time, and Peggy was about to start climbing the walls. Her cunt was pulsating wetly, and her nipples actually ached, they were so hard. She thought about meeting her son at the door, her dress up, legs parted, with a finger jammed into her cunt. She thought about standing there with her back to him, leaning over, her skirt at her waist, offering her pantied ass to his eyes just as he came in.

She thought and thought, and became more eager as the time went by.

When Joey arrived, she was still pacing the floor, wringing her hands, wondering what was keeping him. She stood in the middle of the floor and just stared at him as he entered. Joey glanced at her, shut the door, and dropped his books on the floor. He didn't come toward her, but leaned there, looking at her. He sensed a change in his mother, and he saw the way her nipples protruded against her satin blouse. He saw the fire in her eyes and the slight part of her lips, the way the tip of her pink tongue seemed to move just behind them, touching her white teeth.

"Joey," she said, her voice whispery.

Joey nodded his head once, staring directly at her thrusting nipples. His cock started swelling, and he made no effort to hide this fact. Peggy saw it, and lowered her eyes. She watched her son's cock-bulge grow and harden, and her palms started itching. She felt the lips of her cunt throb and grow tight, her clit tingling and burning. She wanted to run to him, grasp his cock tightly, shove her tongue down his young throat, grab his ass and strain her body against his. Yet, her feet were frozen to the floor. Her legs trembled, and her knees felt like rubber. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock-bulge.

Then, with a cry, Peggy almost leaped at her son.

Her right hand smashed against his hard cock, her left sliding behind him and cupping a tight cheek of his young ass. Her mouth lowered, and with a moan, she thrust her tongue past his lips.

Joey grunted with surprise, his mouth opening to accept his mothers fiery, flicking tongue. His cock throbbed against her palm as she tried to squeeze it through his pants. Her fingers clutched the cheek of his ass and she squirmed her lower body against his. Joey's hands shot around his mother's waist, then down over the swells of her ass, her tongue licking like liquid fire inside his mouth. He squeezed his mother's ass through her skirt and panties, making Peggy groan against his lips. Feverishly, she rubbed at her son's cock-bulge wiggling her ass.

"Ohhhhh baby," she whimpered, pulling her tongue out of his mouth. "Oh, God! Joey my baby."

She clawed at his pants, tearing at his belt, jerking at the button of his fly. Joey moaned lifting his hands off her ass, pulling her blouse from the waist of her skirt. He shoved his hands underneath and felt the creamy flesh of his mothers tits. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra of course. He pulled his hands around in front, and cupped her naked tits. Peggy gave a quick sob of pleasure when he squeezed at her firm tits, her eyes slitted in fiery hunger. She fumbled frantically with his pants, managing to get them open. Immediately, she clutched his hard cock and began to jack it with frantic motions, feeling the throbbing hardness. In her fury, she left his cock and cupped his tight balls. She pulled and twisted them, bringing moans of pleasure from her son. He clung to her tits tightly, feeling those hard nipples burn into his palms.

Joey's pants fell to his feet, and Peggy stepped back a bit, looking down at him. Joey kept holding her tits, his fingers squeezing at the resilient flesh, playing with her nipples. His eyes were glazed with delight.

With a wild cry, Peggy grasped the front of her satin blouse, and with one jerk, she ripped it from her body. The tattered blouse fluttered to the floor, and she stood naked from the waist up. Joey made a choking sound as he stared at his mother's tits, seeing them for the first time openly, not through a hole in the wall. He was excited that his mother was doing this, and his cock jerked up and down, dripping that clear liquid from the piss hole.

Peggy sobbed, anxious. She pulled her son forward, bringing him to the middle of the room. She pushed at his shoulders, and Joey sank downward. Pressing at his shoulders, she placed Joey on his back, his cock standing up stiffly, his pants at his ankles.

She sat on her heels, gazing with hungry lust at his cock and balls.